Forced to Marry a Paralyzed Young Boss
*Episode 8

"Say, where's your home address!" danu said while focusing on driving.

"The Orchid Way, number nineteen."

"The Nineteen Orchid Way?" ask Danu as if he can't believe it.

"Yes." Yeah." Chacha answered briefly.

Danu sees Bastian who has remained focused on his laptop ever since. At first Danu is shocked when Chacha says the address of the house. How not, Danu was very memorized by the home address that Chacha said just now.

Danu often comes to this address. Precisely, when Bastian still has not had an accident. He came to the address almost every week to take Bastian to visit his girlfriend's house.

Danu tries to think positively with Chacha. He considers Chacha to be the new occupant of this house. Because indeed, Chacha was never seen when he visited often yesterday.

"May I know? Since when do you work in that house?" tanya Danu melted the atmosphere.

"Work?" chacha asked confusedly.

"Yes, work."

"I don't work there."

"Then? Why are you in that house?"

"I .... "

"Can you shut up? I don't want to listen to people's voices" Bastian said.

"Ma-sorry young boss."

The mood was silent again. Not a single word came out of Chacha's or Danu's mouth. Until the car stops right in front of the gate of the Raditya family house.

"Thank you very much" Chacha said, opening the car door.

"Together." Danu replied with a smile.

"Road!" Bastian spoke up now.

"Good young boss," Danu said quickly while running the car back.

Sarah tries to stay graceful and sweet-faced as she sees Chacha coming in late. Chacha knows, Sarah must be keeping her good name in front of the Hutama family.

"Sorry tan .. mama, I'm stuck in traffic" Chacha said.

"Father, dear. Come quickly over here. Poor aunt Ros, have been waiting for you for a long time," said Sarah with a sweet smile.

'Lord. Very clever this woman is two-faced, ' Chacha said in his heart.

"Sir papa. Come here beautiful. Choose which dress you like for the recipe" said Ros, who was Bastian's right-hand man.

Chacha also chose a dress that is very simple for her to wear.

"Are you sure, Cha, would you like to choose this dress?" ask aunt Ros.

"Why is Ros? Is Chacha's choice too tacky? I'm sorry, Chacha, this is her son who really likes simple. Understandably, he's a kid who doesn't like to go out of the house" Sarah said as she looked at Chacha with an annoyed look.

"Sir papa. There was nothing wrong with Chacha's choice. I asked him if he was sure or not, that was all. If that's what he chose, why not? Isn't the show just simple? Chacha's choice does match the theme we will use," aunt Ros said at length.

"O-oh, I think he chose the wrong one" Sarah said with a smile that was very forced.

After Chacha chooses a dress, Aunt Ros returns home. Chacha and Sarah drive Aunt Ros to the door.

When Ros's aunt is no longer seen, Sarah's gaze on Chacha changes. The anger and annoyance that he endured, now he let go of everything by clutching Chacha's hand hard.

"You're upset with me today? Already know there's an appointment, but even the wandering is not clear."

"Sorry aunt, I'm not running around unclear, I look at grandma in the hospital."

"Oh, what a reason you. From today, you can't go anywhere."

"But aunt .... "

"There's no buts, if you're desperate to get out of the house, I'll move your grandmother out of that hospital."

"No aunt! All right, I'll listen to what auntie says."

"good. Watch out if you are lying. You will know the consequences" Sarah said, throwing Chacha's hand violently.

"uh." Chacha tried to endure the pain. He saw his hands reddened by Sarah's powerful grip.

'Lord, strengthen me, ' Chacha said in his heart.

Actually, Chacha wasn't afraid of Sarah. Only, Sarah always threatened Chacha with a powerful weapon that made Chacha unable to wart. That gun is grandma.

Every time faced off, Sarah would definitely bring the name of the grandmother in conversation. For grandma's sake, Chacha always relented. Because only Grandma has it now. Grandma was the only family after her mother died in an accident when Chacha was five years old.

"Woy! Why are you bengong there? Quick, make me some juice," said Keke who had just stepped down from the second floor.

"Sir Keke."

"Yes, it's me. Quickly make me mango juice."

"Why me, brother? Isn't there an aunt in this house?"

"Anything, why the hell? You are living in this house. People have to know themselves dong."

'Originally you know, I don't want to live in this house either, ' Chacha said in his heart.

"Eh, it's still dumb again."

"Yes, I make it now" Chacha said in a high voice.

"Eh .. instead snapped. You don't know yourself."

Chacha doesn't want to listen to what Keke has to say. He immediately left Keke who was looking at him with an annoyed look.